Sunday, August 3, 2025

     During my mid afternoon rest, bubbles of memories keep arising.  Memories of work and family. Unexpected memories, mostly intense ones.  Bubbles of memories surrounding me on the couch.   When I get up the bubbles fade away.

     I struggle with my new hose to water the dry plants on the deck. There is no perfect hose or maybe my body is weaker than usual. The plants are watered and I plop down on the deck chair and breath in the cool foggy afternoon. Today I will struggle with the front yard hose.

     The stack of unread New Yorkers is growing. It takes a certain mind set to read the articles. As I finish my rounds of antibiotics and my body heals, I expect the New Yorker reading mind will return.

     My personal librarian arrives with her tiny sleeping puppy. We sit and talk.  For some unknown reason I start explaining the physics concept of DARK MATTER. Well, I have read extensively about the presence of Dark Matter in our universe, but to explain how it works is a challenge. I guess I am getting better.